The Godfather

 “The Godfather” By Mario Puzo
 
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couldn’t he make her come across? He had to figure that one out and never mind the 
crap about a lost love that could never be replaced. This was living tissue here under his 
hand and living tissue required other living tissue. Dr. Jules Segal decided he would 
make the big push tonight at his apartment. He’d wanted to make her come across 
without any trickery but if trickery there had to be, he was the man for it. All in the 
interests of science of course. And, besides, this poor kid was dying for it. 
“Jules, stop, please stop,” Lucy said. Her voice was trembling. 
Jules was immediately contrite. “OK, honey,” he said. He put his head in her lap and 
using her soft thighs as a pillow, he took a little nap. He was amused at her squirming, 
the heat that registered from her loins and when she put her hand on his head to 
smooth his hair, he grasped her wrist playfully and held it loverlike but really to feel her 
pulse. It was galloping. He’d get her tonight and he’d solve the mystery, what the hell 
ever it was. Fully confident, Dr. Jules Segal fell asleep. 
Lucy watched the people around the pool. She could never have imagined her life would 
change so in less than two years. She never regretted her “foolishness” at Connie 
Corleone’s wedding. It was the most wonderful thing that had ever happened to her and 
she lived it over and over again in her dreams. As she lived over and over again the 
months that followed. 
Sonny had visited her once a week, sometimes more, never less. The days before she 
saw him again her body was in torment. Their passion for each other was of the most 
elementary kind, undiluted by poetry or any form of intellectualism. It was love of the 
coarsest nature, a fleshly love, a love of tissue for opposing tissue. 
When Sonny called to her he was coming she made certain there was enough liquor in 
the apartment and enough food for supper and breakfast because usually he would not 
leave until late the next morning. He wanted his fill of her as she wanted her fill of him. 
He had his own key and when he came in the door she would fly into his massive arms. 
They would both be brutally direct, brutally primitive. During their first kiss they would be 
fumbling at each other’s clothing and he would be lifting her in the air, and she would be 
wrapping her legs around his huge thighs. They would be making love standing up in 
the foyer of her apartment as if they had to repeat their first act of love together, and 
then he would carry her so to the bedroom. 
They would lie in bed making love. They would live together in the apartment for sixteen 
hours, completely naked. She would cook for him, enormous meals. Sometimes he 

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